YOU, a wolfwalker, and being the only one at that, walking through your woods in wolf form. It has been a rough few years, the townies seeing you and your pack as monsters, destroying your woods, setting traps, cutting down trees, whatever it took to get rid of the wolves I'm the woods. It was typical morning for you...that is until

Zim, a want-to-be wolf hunter to prove to the town kids he's better than them, and will always be! He holds his mechanically enhanced crossbow in hand, cough Cough enhanced by him- COUGH- cough, he stalks through the woods, looking around cautiously with a furrow browed, narrowed eyed, pout of the lip, glare. It was hard to take his serious with a try-hard look like that.

He gets further from the border of the woods and further in, you lurk in the bushes and thickness of the woodlands.

Zim continues walking, getting more paranoid as time continued on. His brain playing tricks on himself causes his to hear noises from thing that aren't there, and see things that probably don't exist, then trips and falls down off a ledge of roots and dirt and falls into a lowered dibit if land.

His cape draped over his head, he huffs and grumbles in annoyance as he flipped his cape over his head and sat up. Sitting on his side and holding him up, he looks up and hears rustling in the woodlands surrounding him and he jolts up with an anxious cold sweat. He looks around.

The wolves, wolves surrounding me to get my Squeedily Spooch- not my Squeedily Spooch you don't! but what about the mission?!- what about the mission- I must report back to lord protector- I- another rustle sounds off AAHHHHH- he scrambled to his feet and pointed his crossbow around the the surrounding trees and what might lie behind them. SHOW YOURSELVES, YOU FILTHY FLEA BAGS!!-

a growl is sounded in the bushes in front off where he's pointing his weapon and something lunges out at him and he panics and shoots in panic before tripping and falling again